A soft little kiss
That's all it is
And yet it can brighten my day
Or ruin my night
A bright smile
A giggle
Maybe a little red blush
All from that little kiss
A brightened mood
A better day
It makes things different
That soft little kiss
A placebo
Fake, platonic love
That's all it is
That stupid little kiss
A broken heart
A fragile smile
It's so confusing
That little, meaningless kiss
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
Home at last
Dark and dreary
The streets are empty,
and ******
This is not my home,
cold and careless.
This is lifeless
and lonely.
This place was full of fights
and hatred, just the same.
This is not a place of sanity,
full of pain and suffering.
Different and delusional
I call myself here
I have a hallucination of my friends,
but still my mood boosts.
They aren't how they seem
moody and depressed,
quiet, careful, then gone
What has happened to my home?
No one is here,
just me.
The fighting killed them off,
Just as it seems...
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
In the hands of authors,
we are characters.
In the hands of illustrators,
we are imperfections to be fixed.
We people
Controlled by rulers,
modeled by peers,
"perfect" behavior by elders
never ourselves
We people
We people
need creativity
need reality
need freedom
need to be ourselves
There is no author
no illustrator
We are real
and free!
We do our will
not theirs
You write your own story
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC